How has the author spent his Sunday? Generally speaking, not in any way that would credit the species.

Yet, just like a broken clock, that same author is both (a) standing quite still in your grandmother’s anteroom and (b) occasionally right.

In this particular case, a brief moment of inspiration has produced the following — i.e. three premises towards what would likely be an important syllogism were it complete. But it is not complete. And perhaps — like all things that are beautiful but imperfect — never will be.